Tuesday, September 28, 2004

That other cat is dead

That 20 year old cat that was sick went to the vet and didn't come back. His name was Orson. I didn't like him but my person did. This is bad timing. Another thing for my person to be sad about. He needs to have things happen that make him happy, like, oh eating a mouse or something. I brought him one but he didn't eat it, it didn't even cheer him up a little. Oh well, more mouse for me. I like to eat all but their tails. I like to leave their tails as sort of a trophy.